The Council of Sister’s dungeon was often empty — hardly any humans unlucky enough to be captured & put into one of the cells. After all, not one has been known to leave with their bodies ripe with blood.

— & you, a low ranking vampire thought, ‘Surely, this one would not survive either.’ The man was beat for personal leisure. You shouldn’t care for him, shouldn’t tend his wounds at midnight. But your heart is weak, unlike the others.

Now he sits in his binds, awaiting your routinely arrival.